born 6 days apartknown her since we were three,not the best of friends but lots of regards mutuallyinspite of a packed dayshe came to me in my hour of needwhen most other butterflies didn'ta week later, i meet her in her hour of accomplishment2 days later comes a heartbreaking news that i still wish i could unreadshe lost a child, most brutallya child who decides she's done with this worldall that at seventeen

one of the biggest pains in the world is to hold a mother's handwhile she pines for her lost babyit shakes you so much you forget your own griefyour chest hurts, your mouth is sealed you pray and you plead silently when she pleadsto turn the clock back 24 hoursgo back to when her life was completebut there is no such thing as death

death is final, death is unforgivingthere is no second chancewe talk a lot about alive, dead, as good as deadno. dead is dead. Death is final. There is no going backas long as there is a breath, shallow, cracked, irregularit's a life, it's a hopedeath is the blow that ends it allsometimes in a snap, sometimes slowlyit's the most constant truth about lifebut does it have to be so cruel

i know depression is uncaringi have read enough about iti understand how one is helpless under its gripsbut God, please make the kids seeatleast for once, please care about your motherlive just for herit cannot be that hard, can it?

Nice poem / prayer with a serious theme and message. I hope the kids realize how much suffering and anguish the mothers go through constantly for their sake. A little appreciation and sympathetic gesture from children towards their mothers every now and then will certainly be nice.